Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 412 Flying Immortal on a Sword
The newcomer was none other than Jian Tan. His eyes were sharp and fierce, and he held a sword across his chest, a far cry from his previous sleazy demeanor.

"Uncle, be careful."

Ao Jue's expression was solemn as he shielded Madam Ao behind him.

"Hmph, Madam Ao, both the Sword Demon and your son Ao Tian died at the hands of the Sword God." Jian Tan sneered. "I thought your Ao family was doomed." He glanced at Ao Jue and nodded. "I didn't expect that there would be an Ao Jue with the 'Overlord' Sword Heart. Heaven has been kind to your Ao family!"

"What? Tian'er?"

Madam Ao was stunned, and immediately fell into a state of mixed emotions of joy and sorrow.

The joy comes from the fact that the Sword Demon, who had a blood feud with the Sword God, died at the hands of the Sword God; the sorrow comes from the fact that his only son, Aotian, also died.

The sudden shock of joy and sorrow greatly impacted Madam Ao. She swayed and staggered back a few steps. Before she could collapse, Ao Jue, who was nearby, rushed forward and pulled her into his arms!
"Aunt, aunt!"

Madam Ao's mind went blank, her throat tightened, and she gave a bitter laugh before saying in a hoarse voice, "The revenge for my late husband has been achieved, but the cruelty of killing my son is hard to quell!"

She cried out to Jian Tan, "Jian Tan! I give you the sword of defeat. I ask for nothing, only that you wield it to sever the 'divine sword' that captures the dragon!"

Sword Greed chuckled: "Madam Ao, why won't you let me kill the Sword God and avenge you?"

Madam Ao shook her head and said, "The Sword God has done me a great favor, but also a great enmity! With the favor and enmity balanced, I cannot bring myself to attack him. I only ask to settle the matter with my sword."

She looked up at the white figure standing atop the giant sword and murmured, "Sword Greed, I'll give you my defeat and my reputation, but if you can break the Dragon Capture technique, I'd gladly give you myself!"

Upon hearing this, everyone was shocked.

Jian Tan chuckled: "Madam Ao, what a pity. I love swords, not women."

Then he turned around and looked up at the white figure standing high up.
He stood with his hands behind his back, the blade of his sword flickering and extending like a series of nimble snakes.

Ren Jianshen said quietly, "Jian Tan, you have broken your oath."

"I have no idea!"

Sword Greed laughed heartily and shouted, "Sword God Ren, I have lived and died for the sword all my life, and I cannot escape this fate! I will not rest in peace until I see the Dragon Captured!"

Ren Shaoyang chuckled and shook his head. Jian Tan was obsessed with swords, just like a gambling addict who couldn't quit gambling. His oaths were no different from farts.

Ren Shaoyang looked down at him and said casually, "'Sincerity' is the principle I practice. Your lack of sincerity has tarnished it, which makes me very unhappy."

Sword Greed chuckled, raised the Sword of Defeat, and shouted, "Sword God Ren, I care about nothing but seeing Dragon Capture!" He gently stroked the blade, "So does Defeat! It doesn't want to be eaten by Dragon Capture, so we've hit it off and are ready to draw our swords against you!"

Ren Shaoyang nodded: "Okay." The words had barely left his mouth when...

bass!
Eight sword blades darted out nimbly, instantly transforming into a flexible weapon over ten feet long. With a flash of blue light, it arrived in front of Jian Tan!

Jian Tan had initially thought there was still a distance of about ten feet between them, but to his surprise, the divine sword arrived in the blink of an eye with a flash of cold light. He was greatly startled, pushed with both hands, and shouted, "Flying Immortal!"

The sword of defeat suddenly flew up, along with thousands upon thousands of peerless swords that were pulled up with a "whoosh" and rushed straight towards it!

As if provoked by the murderous aura from all directions, the towering figure standing high above suddenly spread his arms, his robes billowing, boundless black energy surging forth, and his black hair standing on end, echoing the sword light filling the sky, terrifying like a demon god!
"Black-level Floating Pagoda!"

The eight sword blades were suddenly enveloped in a layer of black mist, as if they had absorbed all the light.

Driven by internal energy, the eight sword blades flew through the air and disappeared into the ground, reaching everywhere. As they intertwined and clashed, the sky above the sword pool suddenly turned dark and cold, resembling hell.

Click click click click~!

Suddenly, a fierce sword wind arose, shattering countless peerless swords into pieces. The fragments flew about with a "whoosh," causing everyone to cry out in pain and retreat in disarray.

Damn!

Amidst the black rain of fragments, Ren Shaoyang casually flicked his wrist, and a sword blade, like a black snake coiling around a branch, swiftly pierced through.

With a clang, Jian Tan cried out, and was immediately forced into the air by the terrifying sword energy.

Ren Shaoyang smiled and asked, "How did you feel seeing Qinlong?"

Sword Greed laughed loudly: "Incredibly wonderful!" As he spoke, the Sword of Defeat in his hand suddenly leaped!
Suddenly, it transformed into a dark sword light, faster than thunder and brighter than lightning, like a rainbow piercing through the fog, heading straight for Ren Jianshen.

It is the Sword Control Technique!
Jian Tan had practiced this divine skill his entire life, but he always failed because of the poor material of his longsword. Now, with the help of the Sword of Defeat, it immediately displayed unparalleled brilliance.

Ren Shaoyang nodded and said, "It is a unique skill!" With a flick of his wrist, eight sword blades were drawn out and swept towards the Sword of Defeat.

In an instant, the black sword pierced the air like a streak of light, its formless shape resembling billowing smoke.

In the air above the Sword Pool, Dragon Capture and Defeat clashed once more, emitting a piercing shriek and bursting forth with countless sparks.

While the art of sword control is profound, the sword of defeat is also extremely ruthless.

With the power of "Black-level Pagoda" stacked upon the Dragon Capture Technique, the sword energy became even more intense. Upon contact and exertion, the defeated and exhausted immediately showed signs of exhaustion.

With a loud clang, Baiwang was once again sent flying!
Jian Tan was startled and was about to use his lightness skill to escape.

suddenly!

A tiny black light appeared as if it were alive, and in the blink of an eye it grew to the size of a meteorite, instantly piercing the face!
"Oops! Go around!"

Jian Tan was terrified and was about to beg for his life when he was about to utter the word "fate."

*Whoosh*, a flash of black light.

With a rustling sound of clothes, Ren Shaoyang lightly landed on the giant sword.

The eight sword blades contracted with a "whoosh," transforming into a single, blue iron cone, which was then tucked back into the sleeve.

Everyone was taken aback and stared at the god of swords.

Ao Jue also stared intently, his face filled with longing.

"Sword God, how much of your strength did you use to kill me?"

Just then, Jian Tan calmly uttered a few words.

Ren Shaoyang didn't rush to answer, but instead spread his five fingers and gripped the sword of defeat in his hand.

"Hmm, about 30%."

Ren Shaoyang responded casually, looking at the defeated sword with curiosity. He saw wisps of gray mist emanating from the golden sword, climbing up his right hand along the hilt.

In an instant, the murderous aura of the entire sword pool surged, and even the fire pool beneath the giant sword was suppressed to the point of almost being extinguished.

"Oh no!" Ao Jue exclaimed in shock, breaking out in a cold sweat. "If the Sword God is affected by defeat, none of us will survive!"

Madam Ao was also terrified and grabbed his hand, saying, "Jue'er, you must leave!"

"Aunt, I can't leave you behind!" "No, go to your uncle's grave. There lies the greatest secret of the Ao family. Take it with you and leave the Central Plains!" Madam Ao cried out. "The future reconstruction of Baijian Manor will depend on you!"

"Aunt~!"

"Let's go, Jue'er!"

The two seemed to be from an idol drama, a widowed aunt and a clever but aloof nephew, enacting a scene of life and death separation, shouting at each other.

Just like Yuuki and Yonekura/Shiramine/Ayumi~ (ps: I haven't watched any of them.)
Click~
Suddenly, a crisp sound rang out.

Suddenly, all the shouts stopped abruptly, and everyone turned to look in alarm.

Ren Shaoyang opened his sleeves wide, revealing a sword blade emitting azure flames. Like a serpent coiling around a branch, it wrapped the Defeat Sword around, leaving cracks all over the ground!
Amidst the gasps of the crowd, Defeat could no longer bear it. With a mournful cry, it shattered into dozens of fragments of varying sizes, like dragon scales, which adhered to the blade of the Dragon-Capturing Sword and slowly melted away.

Ren Shaoyang flicked his sleeve, sheathing his sword. He looked up at the crowd with a helpless expression and said, "That's it? You underestimate me."

Ao Jue looked at the white robe in front of him and couldn't help but swallow hard, shouting in his heart, "A true man should be like this!"

Suddenly, Ren Shaoyang asked, "Your name is Ao Jue?"

Ao Jue was taken aback for a moment, then said, "Yes."

Ren Shaoyang looked him up and down and smiled, "Not bad."

Ao Jue was taken aback for a moment, then said happily, "Thank you for the praise, Sword God."

Ren Shaoyang said, "Work hard, I believe in you."

Ao Jue's eyes widened as he asked, "Can I challenge you in the future?"

Ren Shaoyang smiled faintly: "Okay, I'll be waiting for you."

"Haha, thank you, Sword God!" Ao Jue was overjoyed and shouted loudly.

Ren Shaoyang turned to look at Jian Tan.

Jian Tan remained expressionless, and finally asked, "That blue flame, is it a sword aura?"

"Yes."

"Is this your trump card?"

Ren Shaoyang thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "It's not like that now."

"Heh, I understand." Jian Tan smiled slightly. "I didn't keep my oath, so my death is no loss." He slowly exhaled, a satisfied look on his face. "But I don't regret it. I finally got to see the dragon-captured."

puff!
As soon as he finished speaking, blood spurted out over ten feet, sending his head flying into the air.

A legendary swordsman, a peculiar figure who lived a life of wandering and adventure, has finally passed away.

He died because he broke his own oath, and he also died because of the divine sword he had always hoped to see.

Is it satisfaction or resentment?

No one knows.

Ren Shaoyang glanced up and saw that Jian Tan's body was stiff and still standing, his arm still outstretched, as if he was about to hand him something.

So he stepped forward and took a piece of paper from his hand.

Upon opening it, there were hundreds of densely packed characters, among which a few large characters stood out particularly: "Soaring to Immortality on a Sword!"
Ren Shaoyang glanced at it and his eyes immediately lit up: "Hmm, this sword technique is interesting."

In the world of Fengyun, there are three realms of swordsmanship: Heavenly Sword, Demonic Sword, and Flying Immortal.

The first two are represented by figures such as Nameless and Sword Saint.

The realm of immortals is quite different.

It allows cultivators to fly on swords, roaming freely across the world, going wherever they please. However, due to the difficulty of cultivation, no one has ever mastered it.

The reason Jian Tan coveted the sword was to cultivate to the "Flying Immortal" realm. Unfortunately, despite his hard-won victory, he ultimately "died" under the Dragon Capture technique.

It's truly a case of "bitterly resenting the years spent embroidering gold thread, only to end up making wedding gowns for others!"
Plop.

Jian Tan fell backward, blood gushing out and pooling into a small pond.

It flowed towards the direction of the giant sword.

Ren Shaoyang stopped his sword technique and turned his head to look at the giant sword.

No one knew what he was going to do, so they could only hold their breath and wait for his move.

Ren Shaoyang chuckled and flicked his finger in the distance.

With a whoosh, a crystal-clear drop of blood shot out and hit the greatsword.

Before anyone could react, a loud "clang" resounded, like a great bell, shaking everyone to their core. The people of Baijian Manor seemed to have been struck dumb, falling to the ground in chaos.

Madam Ao struggled to her feet and shouted sharply, "The peerless sword cannot be harmed! It cannot be harmed again!"

But when she turned her head, she saw Ren Shaoyang laughing loudly, his body like an angry dragon soaring into the sky.
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Lingyun Cave.

Nie Feng sat cross-legged on the ground, his face solemn and dignified, his body radiating energy that seemed to create a shallow, invisible ripple, clearly indicating that his skill had greatly improved.

"Hoo~!"

Nie Feng stopped his attack and slowly opened his eyes, revealing a pair of eyes that shone brightly like lamps.

He raised his fair and delicate right hand and grabbed it with his fingers!
With a clang, a long sword was suddenly drawn and flew straight into his hand!
The blade gleamed with a cold light, its chill as sharp as snow, and trembled softly in Nie Feng's hand, as if pleased by its master's arrival.

"Snow Drink, Snow Drink, it's been so long!" Nie Feng gently stroked the blade, sighing with emotion.

suddenly!

A roar rang out: "You thief disguised as Feng'er, how dare you come here again!"

Amidst the rumbling sounds, a disheveled man burst out. He exuded murderous intent, his eyes were bloodshot, his expression was ferocious, and he was extremely vicious and ravenous.

It looked like a fire unicorn, transformed into a ferocious beast.

"Huh?" Nie Feng was stunned, and murmured, "Father!"

Upon hearing this, Nie Renwang became even angrier and shouted, "I am not your father, you are my father!"

Having said that, he lunged at Nie Feng!
(End of this chapter)